Pill popping dog in January

Last night,
     I turn my head and notice the house 🏠very quit
Et.  I go where Dix is.  Start looking for her. She found a box of Advil cold and flu. Chewing the packaging.  I can't even take the stuff here. She is munching on πŸ’Špills.  She had stance odour last night, high as a kite — the pill-popping dog 🐢.
She went in her kennel to sleep off the pills. And it was prolonged quiet night after.

Can't leave doors open. Finn, I know a different dog. He would never do that.  Dix is always going through the garbage 🚯, drawers, laundry basket 🧺.  Chewing underwear.  She is in the puppy stage.  This week it's been cold enough that she is going stir crazy.  I got to take her for a walk. Yet these cold days make it hard to. How long is not long enough for her.  What's the point of going then, right?
Here's a photo walking πŸ‘£ to the parents when it was warm enough those beginning of the week of January.  She got her walks, and I was going about 8 km a day with her.


     


The day goes like a story of needing more talks, more walks.  This coming week I am excited about the temperature to change.



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